Just a BJ.

Beth stroked and sucked David's cock with gusto. It was wrong. It was cheating. {if Formation = 1
}I can't believe I'm doing this. {elseif Formation = 5
}I'm just a hopeless slut. I guess a tiger can't change her stripes. {else
}{if Shame > 84
}This is bad... I can't control myself... {elseif Shame > 74
}What if Brian found out? It could ruin everything.
{else
}I know it's wrong... but I just can't make myself care right now. {endif
}{endif
}David used his hands to help her get deep, and she choked a few times when the bulbous head jammed her throat, but she didn't let him slow down or stop.
"Fuck... that's amazing. You give such good head."
"Thanks..." she spit onto the floor and continued blowing him. {if Shame < 81
}Better than Kim, huh? {endif
}It was strange to feel warm and fuzzy at the compliment, but she did. She worked hard and fast, and before long, David was ready to unload in her mouth.

She showed off the load, then swallowed it down. "Yum..."
"That was crazy..."
"You deserved it for putting up with that paranoid bitch."
"Not so paranoid now." David shook his head. "Well, done is done, I guess. I should get going." He helped her up, and gave her a deep and passionate kiss that left her a little unsteady on her feet.

On her way to her car, she got a call from Brian.
"Hey, baby!" she answered. Shit. I didn't call him.
"Hey, I just got home from the event. We wrapped early. Where are you? Kyle said you haven't been home yet."
"Wait... Kyle? Your brother? He's at the house?"

"Yeah... shit I guess I forgot to tell you. He got in today, so he's here."
"That's great." She grabbed the door handle of her car and climbed inside. "I'm sorry, I stayed late to help David. He needs to prep for a big case that's appearing in court on Monday." She turned the car over. "I thought I'd be home before you, so I guess I just forgot to text you."
"Oh, that's fine. I was just..."
"Aw... you were worried about me?" she grimaced.
"Maybe..."
"Well, I'm in the car now, I'll see you guys in a bit."
"Ok, love you."
Beth berated herself silently for what she had done. "Love you too."
~

When Beth arrived at home, Brian was in shorts and a t-shirt, but he didn't appear to have showered yet, and when she hugged him he smelled faintly of cologne, perfume, and cigar smoke. She didn't mind too much though, and she hoped that he wasn't suspicious of her lingering hug and passionate kiss.
Kyle Jackson, Corporal, U.S. Army (Ret.) introduced himself. He was in jeans and a tight green t-shirt, and despite his extended hand, she gave him a hug instead. They enjoyed a late dinner, ordering pizza and drinking beer while Kyle and Beth got acquainted. Freshly discharged, he had taken a military transport from Damascus to Tel Aviv, and flown from Tel Aviv to JFK. After a quick 12 hour layover in Manhattan, during which Kyle had crashed with a friend in Brooklyn, he had gotten on a plane to LAX that had gotten in at around noon. He was jet lagged, though the 12 hours spent on the east coast helped a little bit. He would be looking for a job, and an apartment, but Brian was quick to assure him that he could stay with them for a while without a problem.
Beth began to notice Brian's eagerness to show himself as hospitable to his brother, and seemed to be bending over backward to make Kyle feel welcome and loved. Beth would have chalked it up to just being a proud big brother, if it hadn't been for the look that Kyle had given Brian after a particular bout of gushing praise and pride, which had caused Brian to subside into "yeah"'s and "so, anyway..."s. Something weird was going on there.
Eventually, jet lag caught up to Kyle. Beth and Brian headed upstairs to let him sleep.